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The Poetry Issue 2022: Public Service Announcement and other poems

The Poetry Issue 2022: Public Service Announcement and other poems

The quest to create beauty


As a poet, my concern is to create beauty for a general audience. Recent times have made me flexible and experimental with form and ‘telling it slant’, but I embrace traditional forms like the ghazal or haiku as lovingly as I do more contemporary ways of writing poems. And while I honour such poetic concerns as tweaking, experimenting with, exploding, or exploring language, right now I am writing to communicate with a reader, to transmit and commune with the reader around a ‘point’.

My themes are general or universal, and can be entertaining or traditional fodder for poetry, yes, but not necessarily so, they can be intense and esoteric and new. No theme might be more universal than ‘I love you’ and ‘Fire! Save yourselves!’

Climate change, for instance, whether or not we like to face facts, is affecting all of us. We are in a home that is heating up and shaking and there is nowhere else to go — for man-children obsessed with spaceflight cannot ferry us billions to Mars. Besides, how inhospitable the red planet is, how hostile to life as we know it. I choose to make poetry with the theme of climate change at present, because I want to make beauty even out of this grimness, as a way of coping with the situation. 


Public Service Announcement


Citizens, we’ve made paradise
it’s fragile as flint and hence our command 
to believe in it to preserve it 
the stronger your belief 
the happier the place 
by doubting you destroy: 
a sceptic thought and 
a brick vanishes from 
the foundations of paradise
so for your good
we command you:
comply

By this gazette 
may all know
question marks are banished 
from books on punctuation 
and also banned are words 
carried on rising tones.

It’s our belief 
you must live in dread
to be happy
that is our belief
which you must not 
question
or paradise disappears

By this gazette 
may all know



Now and Then


one day
you will end
like 
the image appearing
now

slick lightning 

licking 

clouds 

and 

these sounds, too,
go

like 

love

like 

this vaporous globe 

all things must go
they lack 
hearts
yet are lovely 

in their loveliness 
we rejoice 



Ajar


left the kitchen 
door 

ajar 

though hungry 
the rats 
wouldn't leave 

this morning 
the world 

is
a portal
outside which 

I face epiphany
I am at last
ready for 


(untitled)


melting ice caps 
I open
Tinder



Magic 


I turned mother into a conch shell
blowing blessings for sky and ocean, for shoal and fishing net. 
Caressing the conch with my tender, trembling fingers 
I walked to the shore and addressed the ocean.
I nested the conch in the hammock of waves
wiping the mollusc’s sharp lip into a smile, the ocean 
turned her cool and full of strains of music
and made her quick to gleam like pearl and peafowl 
brought her the bliss of the green depths
and I walked to the forest 

I turned father into a drongo 
the bird perched on my shoulder 
and nuzzled my ear with his beak as I walked. 
In the forest opened a clearing
there I brought the drongo and entrusted him
to the branch of a tree, and his fork of a tail 
thrummed at last to the music of Earth 
and he embraced peace. 
He nestled beneath the wing of the jungle 
where he learned the way to the land of song. 

Then I climbed up a hill where the air was cool
scuffed up the moist soil with my hands
curled up in the burrow and shed my skin
I wrote this poem on my moult. 

The essay and the poems are part of our Poetry Special Issue (January 2022), curated by Shireen Quadri. © The Punch Magazine. No part of this essay or the poems exclusively featured here should be reproduced anywhere without the prior permission of The Punch Magazine.   
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